#risnsfw

Rammot kills all of his prey. Right away or not, there was no reason to spare a human unless it was to prolong the excitement he’d feel from killing them. He fully expected you to be an easy target. You lived isolated from the rest of civilization right outside the hunting grounds for ants.

What he didn't expect was for you to get on your knees and offer… something different from the rest. Needless to say, he was intrigued. What ways could he torture you in this way?

His love for seeing the pain in his victims eyes was almost better than the feeling of killing them. You, however, were very proof that pain looked better on prettier faces.

At first he was going to kill you off after using you, but the way you looked while holding back tears trying to fit his large cock in your mouth… the way your whines vibrated against him and the way your swollen cheeks looked after he abused them… you made it hard to get rid of you.

Which is what led him here today. Why did you never move? He didn't need to question you why and you never wanted to admit your reasoning to yourself.

There was no schedule. He’d just show up at your home every so often...though it seemed to be mostly when he became frustrated nowadays. When killing no longer brought excitement, he’d go to you.

The whole situation with the king and squads was way too complicated at that point because of the queen's death. Many of the leaders left the original nest to start their own or went to serve the king. Despite many changes happening within the nest, his position in power never really changed much, and that was the frustrating part.

Don't get him wrong, he loved serving the king. Afterall, that is what he was meant for. But damn… he never really had anything he could call his own. He fantasized about owning his own nest and being above the rest and finally being able to call something his own… but he knew better.

“Can we try something different today?” you asked. He was already getting ready for the usual routine of him laying on the bed with on your knees letting him use you as he pleased. What was this something new you wanted to try? He knew you knew he’d kill you at any moment you tried anything sketchy so unless you had come up with a secret plan, it wasn't revenge. Most likely sexual.

“Eh…” His pride was too high to admit that you were the only human he had sexual relations with. He had no clue on what to do with himself. The only thing he knew how to do was shove it down your throat. He didn't answer but he was still hesitant.

You could tell he didn't have a clue as to what you were hinting at so you got onto the bed and undressed yourself before gesturing for him to lean against the bed frame at the end of your bed. He was able to get the hint then. He’s spied on some humans in the act and even seen a couple of ants do so… he’s just never done so himself. He had only mouth fucked you so he had no clue on what to do. He reluctantly let you mount him.

You lined yourself up with him before slowly easing down and… fuck you felt so good. Your warm walls squeezing around his tip felt better than your tongue could ever do. And he didn't miss the hiss in your voice. Did stuffing his cock in your pussy really get that noise from you?

“Fffuck~ why didnt you suggest this earlier.” he breathlessly said out loud to himself. You didn't answer him. Not because you didn't hear him but because you couldn't… you were determined to fit all of him.

You continued to lower yourself slowly. The only thing keeping him from slamming you down and fucking you until he cums right then and there was the look you had. You were obviously in over your head and didn't realize how big he was until you were being filled with him. Watching you whine while deepthroating him was one thing… but the view he had now was so much better. The way your eyes would roll back anytime you reached a new length, the way you would

You had so much concentration in your eyes, focusing on trying to bottom out with him while convincing yourself not to give up.

The stretch he was giving you was almost too painful but you liked it this way. You were used to him stretching you out in other ways. You would never tell him, but you had been planning to do this since the last time he visited. You wanted to feel him in other ways so a pain like this was more so pleasurable, rewardable even.

However, the more you were able to fit, the more he became impatient. He wanted to savor this moment and watch as your face twisted in that weird mix of pain and pleasure but you were practically teasing him at this point. He knew but this starting and stopping act was gonna make him cum before you could even feel all of you. With each pause you had, he could feel your cunt squeezing around him in an attempt to adjust. It was all getting too much… a little push from him would hurt right?

Rammot started off slow, only gently rocking into you at the same rhythm as you. You could tell he was getting impatient so you attempted to pick up the pace a bit for him. As you did so, he held a deadly grip on your thighs; to the point that it would for sure leave bruises. You knew that was purposeful considering his sadistic tendencies and to be honest, that alone was enough to get some extra escaped moans from you.

You were getting so close to being able to fit all him and you could feel your orgasm slowly arriving. You held onto his shoulders while resting your head on his chest as you watched yourself work yourself down.

Rammot did not like this.

He liked staring at the sick pleasure in your eyes. He liked watching the way you bit your lip when you were obviously trying to hide your moans from him and he wanted to see your reaction for what he was going to do.

He grabbed your chin and forced your head up so that you were looking straight at him. “I don’t feel like waiting anymore.” he told you before letting go of thighs to grab you just above the waist. You watched as a twisted grin spread across his face right before he thrusted up, forcing the rest of himself inside you.

He wanted to throw some cool lines in afterwards but with the way your cunt was gripping him, the way he could feel your heavy breathing on your neck, and the way you had thrown yourself against his chest for some extra grip… he couldn't think straight. You were truly dangerous for him with your reactions. He was pretty sure he caught an addiction to you right there.

He didn't even wait for the say so from you. He just went straight into fucking you.

As much as you liked to hide it… there was one thing Rammot learned pretty quickly about you. You liked the way he used you. You liked the way he would force his dick down your throat, you liked the way he’d grab your hair as he fucked your tongue and you loved the way he took over your pace for a much rougher one of his liking. You were as sick as he was. The rougher his thrust went, the louder you got. His tip was touching all the right spots and you couldn't get enough.

He was attempting to savor the moment but the way your gummy walls were gripping him now was just too much. He wrapped his wings around you before pinning your back to the bed, bucking your lower half upwards, before fucking you at a much rougher, faster pace. His goal changed from watching your reaction to getting himself to cum inside you as fast as he could. The room was filled with uneven sloppy slaps of him using and fucking you wet cunt.

You were getting so close; the heat from him above you, the unsteady breathing coming from the both of you, the way he could reach deeper inside you from this position…your mind was going into overdrive with how good you felt. You completely forgot how much you were struggling beforehand.

“I-i’m going to--!!” you were seeing stars before you could even finish your sentence.

Rammot kept up with his pace even after you reached your orgasm, causing your pour hole to feel overstimulated. He continued doing so until he reached his end and had cum inside of you, mixes of both of your arousals overflowing around his dick.

You let go of the grip you didn't even know you had on him to allow him to get up. He sat up to admire the aftermath. The bruises on your thighs from his nails were starting to become more visible. Your fucked out face alone was almost enough for him to become hard again.

And he always loved the evidence of pain he’s put on others but, though small, he was starting to feel some marks on his back that he’s confident was from you. In both of your lustful states, neither of you realized the grip you had on him that led to a small sting. Maybe he’d let you give him so more of those next time.

He was pretty sure he was going to explode with pride.

Being so low on the hierarchy, he was used to having nothing for himself. Of course he loved serving the king and he understood his only life purpose was to serve for him… but when he was holding you in his arms, it made him strangely excited.

Looking at the marks on your thighs he caused and feeling the afterburn of the marks you left around his back and neck, those were all from you. His toy.

You knew how big your father was in the underground but you didn't know he was that big.

According to the small conversations you've picked up from various members from outside the door, you were the decoy being used to draw your father out for something. Your instincts were telling you it was for death but somehow, that was the last thing on your mind. You had no relationship with him anyways.

Even when you lived in your fathers mansion, you were the only one there majority of the time. Your father kept security at max power but because you were alone, there was no one there to call out to when you felt your vision suddenly go dark. When you awoke, you found yourself locked in a small bedroom.

There was a man in a black cloak sitting at the end of your bed. He questioned you about your father but all you could do was tell him through tears that you didn't know where he was. He was almost never home and he never told you where he went. He left you alone in his mansion to do nothing but sit in loneliness. The man questioned you about “nen” but you just wanted to know where you were.

After many failed attempts to get information out of you, he left the room. You tried banging on the door to be let out but you were locked in. You don't know how long you were there begging to go home but no one listened. This was about 2 weeks ago.

About 3 times a day, someone comes in to bring you a meal (you were sure it was only because they needed you alive). Other than that, you never really got a chance to see anyone. There were a couple of books there to keep you occupied but you could never focus on them for long.

You knew you were being held captive and you knew that you were in an extremely dangerous situation… but somehow all you could think about is how alone you felt. There were times where you could pretend that you were still alone back up in the mansion and somehow that thought made you feel worse. It made you realize that the same loneliness you felt being kept in the mansion was identical to the loneliness you felt when in extreme conditions of isolation. The extremes in this situation should've changed something… but it didn't.

You felt so alone. At this point, you were craving any type of affection or attention you were given. Anytime the door would open, you shamefully welcomed it. You were so undeniably lonely that anyone you made contact with, even if it was just one of the members there to give you food, you looked forward to it. You attempted to make conversation with whoever came in anytime they brought food. Some fed into you, others ignored your attempts.

So when the door opened again today, you suddenly sat up on your bed and patiently waited for whoever to come in.

However, when the door opened, you didn't know who you were looking at. You had met the majority of the members there but you hadn't met him… and he wasn't carrying food.

Your first reaction was fear. You did not know him and your mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusion. Your time was up, he was here to take you away.

But somewhere in the back of your guilty mind, you hoped he would at least give you some type of affection before executing you. In fact, most of the members were attractive and you had spent more than one night fantasizing about one of them sneaking in during the middle of the night to spend time with you. It was better than sitting here alone in the dark for hours.

You cautiously moved closer to the end of the bed. You should've put up a fight but whoever these people were seemed like they had the full ability to kill you before you even gave your first attempt.

“Is my time up here?” you asked the man. He had closed the door behind him.

He looked at you for a few seconds before beginning to laugh. “You're not worth the kill.” he told you. Damn, was that an insult?

“I wouldn't normally mess with anyone like you, especially with your lack of nen… but your importance to chrollo was what excited him the most

He was able to tell right away. Maybe he could get some fun out of playing with someone else's toy.

He sat on the edge of the bed where you sat.

He grabbed your and chin to lean to get a better look at you. You weren't bad for his standard.

Hm. You'd do.

You should've pushed back but you found yourself leaning into his kiss.

He pushed up your dress to expose you. He pressed his index finger against your now damp panties, leading you to unconsciously lean more towards his touch.

Hisoka didn't miss that beat. You poor thing… locked up in here desperate for someone to give you some attention. It was very unfortunate that he was going to take advantage of that. How could Chrollo leave a prize like you locked up and expect someone like him not to explore?

He continued to rub light circles through the thin cloth as you slowly grinded up against his fingers.

He enjoyed messing with his prey… might as well add some spice to this. See how far he can get with this.

“Do any of the members touch you like this?” he asked.

You sheepishly shook your head. Only in imaginations did they do so.

“Hmm..That's such a shame.” he stopped his motions before looking up at you “You have such a pretty pussy perfectly available for them.”

“So which one do you fantasize the most about?” he smugly asked. By the look on your face, he knew he was right about your reaction. You were truly desperate for their attention in more ways than one.

“I don't know their names…” you admitted, looking away.

“So they never told you any of their names? Rude. Don't worry, I’ll tell you their names.”

“Well for starters, I’m Hisoka. There’s 13 members. Supposedly the leader and his 12 legs.”

Wait...“Supposedly?”

“Of course…” he came closer to your ear to whisper, “I’m not a part of the spider troupe.”

“That's why I say supposedly.” he tells you

Wait what? But didn't he say that-

Your thoughts were interrupted by him pushing aside your patnties. He carefully placed his two middle fingers right above your clit. A loud moan escaped through your lips before you covered them. He smiled at your embarrassment.

“Did you catch all of that dear?”

You could only manage a small nod through the pleasure you were feeling but Hisoka wanted more from you. He stopped.

“You sure? How can I know you're paying attention if you can't even look at me?” he said. He wanted to see where your breaking point was and he knew he was close.

“Yes! Yes! I did!!” You practically screamed, no longer paying attention to volume control. You arched yourself towards his hand to try and get him to continue. He was rubbing all the right parts and you were so fucking close. You could feel your orgasm disappearing so you were desperate for him to continue. You just wanted his full attention, not some lecture, why couldn't he see that?? You felt a wetness roll down your cheek, his agonisingly slow circles around your clit was driving you insane. The sudden overwhelming amount of attention combined with how badly you wanted to cum for him brought you to a sobbing mess, begging him through broken cries to continue.

With the sight of your tears, Hisoka had to admit, he almost got a bit selfish. You seemed so miserable waiting for him to help you reach that pleasure you wanted so badly.

You violently arched your back as your orgasm hit you full force. You used your hands to wrap around his back to brace yourself. Hisoka didn't miss a single beat and continued to rub with each wave you passed until your body had stopped trembling.

You were such a pretty toy for him. Tears ran down as your body continued to shake every time he touched you. He kissed your tears until they had finally stopped. After a while though, you tried to snake your hand towards his pants but he stopped you immediately.

“I don't think you're ready yet.”

"Please? I can take it! I promise!!” you whined. So excited. Maybe he would actually come back another time.

As eager as you were, he knew you 100% could take all of him… but he saw the potential in you to wait. You were impatient and desperate to not be alone. He knew that if he made you wait, you'd be much more exciting to toy with. Maybe you’d shed more tears for him next time.

“Don't be too hasty, you'll have your chance another time.” He pressed a kiss against your forehead. You got butterflies in your stomach by how sweet he sounded.

“Oh.. and by the way~” Hisoka turned back towards you right as he reached the door. “ You think you could keep that little secret between us?”

You were still very hazy and lost in excitement from your last orgasm so you eagerly nodded yes. Of course! Why would you try and get the only person that’s given you attention in trouble?

After your confirmation, he closed the door behind him. It was only until after that did you realize he never told you any of the other names… not like you cared anyways.

“We can see you on the cameras you know." Machi said, leaning against a door with a tray of food. She’s been there for a while now.

"Great.” Hisoka smiled sweetly. He figured there would be. ”I’ll tell Chrollo I’ll give him a better show next time."

When Jumin was younger, he never cared much for his birthday. His mother always forced him to dress up and open gifts but to be honest, he didn't care too much for it. It was another day… nothing important.

You wouldn't allow that though.

The week of his birthday, you constantly asked your husband sneaky but very obvious questions about what he wanted. Truth be told, he didn't want anything. Jumin tried to play into your game but it was hard to do so when he himself didn't know what he wanted.

That didn't stop you though. You were persistent with getting something perfect for your husband, so you were going to go off of what you already knew. As much as your friends from the RFA complained about Jumin being complicated, being married to him exposed the exact opposite. He was actually a very simple man.

About two days before his birthday, you stopped asking all together. You had mentioned in light conversation with him about going to the store with one of the security guards, but that was about it. He was fully expecting you to do something the night before.

Which is why he was not at all surprised as to why you went to bed early that night, insisting he couldn't lift the covers to see what you were wearing that night.

When the sun started to slowly peek in through the penthouse windows, you were already awake. Once Jumin had begun to wake up, you were already rubbing up against his chest.

"Happy birthday honey." You sweetly whispered to your still sleepy husband.

"So… what do you want to do this morning?" You asked sweetly. You always asked that when you wanted attention from him in the morning so he immediately knew you were up to no good.

"Preferably stay in bed with you my love but I'm afraid that I do have to start getting ready for work." Jumin said. It was the truth but he was always on the fence about whether he wanted to go to work or stay the day with you.

You rolled over, now straddling your husband. "But it's your birthday…" you whined. "I love you, but don't you think you should be a little bit more selfish…"

Now that you were on top of him, he was finally able to get a good look at the pajama set you had put on last night. It was a dark red short gown with lace at the bottom. Even though it was not skin tight it was small enough to reveal all of your dips and curves… all the ones he loved.

"Is that what you want me to be? Selfish?"

You didn't get the chance to answer before he pulled you closer to him, grinding up towards you in the process. He grabbed you ass only to find that there was nothing covering you.

"No underwear hm? You've become so sneaky lately." Jumin hummed into your neck, before placing kisses down the side of your neck.

"That's not wha- ahh~" you were interrupted by him ever so slightly teasing your entrance. He knew that's what you wanted but he wasn't going to give in so easily.

He put his hands back at your waist and continued to grind up against you. He loved the way you tried to refrain from moaning into his ear, your breath constantly becoming unsteady with each thrust. He wanted to hear more coming from those pretty lips of yours… but he had another plan in mind. He knew you were getting close.

You continued to grind up against him, your open pussy leaving a small damp spot on his pants. You loved the way your clit grazed against him but you wanted more. You broke away from his embrace to try and pull his pants down for more, but he gently pushed you off.

"I know you want my attention, but I do have to start getting ready." he said to you.

You pouted at him in hopes that he would give in but Jumin was a stubborn man.

"Fine, I'll just finish myself." You said, in a desperate last attempt to change his mind but he knew you wouldn't. You were only in the mood for him and your own fingers couldn't fill yourself like he could.

"I'll come home early for you. Then we can celebrate, how's that sound?"

You didn't answer and instead continued to pout. Jumin knew what game you were playing and instead went towards his closet to get ready.

It wasn't even that he wanted to go to work. It's just that he didn't see his birthday as anything special. He was just going on about the day as if it was any normal work day… but god were you making that hard.

And the worst part?

You knew exactly what you were doing.

He's spoiled you so much that you've become such a hassle to deal with in the morning. On certain days when you want his attention in the morning, you like to push your back up against his just enough so that he could feel your curves. And on some days, that was more than enough to keep him there just a bit later than usual. Dare he say you've become such a brat. It's nothing he doesn't mind taming himself but it sure was becoming harder to explain why he was late so many days out of the week.

You've become so needy for him... with every passing day, it gets harder and harder to leave you in this penthouse alone with no one but Elizabeth the 3rd to keep you company.

Once he left his closest, he returned to you feeding Elizabeth. Your short pajamas did nothing to hide your beautiful body while you rubbed Elizabeth's chin. He could hear you mumbling something about how "you had dressed so pretty for him but he didn't budge" but Jumin only laughed to himself. When you weren't being a brat, you were actually a wonderful partner to him.

Damn.

He was so in love with you… how could he leave you alone today? You were all he could ask for.

Once you finally got up from feeding Elizabeth, you turned to face him. You smiled at him but he knew you well. You were still upset.

He couldn't help himself, he walked up to you to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer in the process. He placed a kiss on your jawline before using one of his hands to tilt your head towards him.

Jumin never wanted much for his birthday, but as you looked up at him with your doe like eyes and pajamas that hugged your body in all the right ways… he decided that he wanted something today. Plus, he was very mean to you earlier… it'd be cruel of him not to finish what he started.

While less efficient, the office was perfectly capable of working without his help. He could stay just a bit if that meant spending more time with you this morning.

"Come on love… I think I know what I want today."

"But didn't you say you were going to work today?" you asked. You tried to sound innocent, but you could tell he knew that you had planned this to happen.

"I'll call out, they'll understand."

He got down to his knees so that he was now looking up at you. He then lifted your pajamas to reveal your puffy lips. Just as he thought, you were still heavily aroused from earlier.

He used his fingers to place small circles around your clit before pressing his mouth against you. You gasped in return while holding on to him to brace yourself.

He wrapped his hands around your thighs for grip as he danced his tongue around your clit. He was always such a thoughtful husband who paid attention to what you liked. After being teased earlier, it didn't take long before you were helplessly riding his mouth.

"J-jumin please please please more~~"

There was that pretty voice he loved. And you said please? You were being so good to him... but he wanted more than that.

You were so close, the playtime from earlier making this wave feel stronger than before. You started to brace yourself for your orgasm but it never came.

Just like earlier, Jumin abruptly stopped right before you could reach that satisfaction. You looked down at Jumin with pleading eyes hoping he would continue but he was firm in his decision.

"Not yet my love… I called off today. We have all day to make you come undone and I'm still trying to pick which way I'd like best."

You moaned before grinding your hips towards him attempting to get anything to satisfy your heat. Jumin did not give in though… he instead grabbed your hips to keep you from moving. He gave you a playful smirk before placing one last kiss to your clit.

"What's wrong love? I thought you said you wanted me to be selfish today."